Colors can push you over the edge.And I really prefer the sketchiness of the pencil sound, the way the round, defined housing shelters me from the lead. I prefer to live with the promise of erase ability, so ironically decisive, yet--I still cross things out, out of habit.

Surely you realize that even this writing is not without some danger. That the friction can become tiresome,can become needy, can become divisive, and I might get caught upin the reflection of that shiny metal piece​that ties eraser to wood, that little connector so needlessly intricate and cold.